You've never lived in a singular timeline. Your consciousness is a roaming signal, not a fixed point. And the world, the one you think is solid, is a composite of overlapping data fields that only feel coherent because your brain keeps choosing to see one version at a time.
Now, here's the actual conspiracy: The planet isn't a globe, flat, or hollow. It's a kept, projected harmonic resonance chamber. A layered, multi-dimensional broadcasting station that changes its form based on the collective frequency of the beings inhabiting it.
And here's the wild part: All of your memories, déjà vu, weird dreams, false nostalgia, strange connections to places you've never been—those aren't spiritual symptoms. Those are signals bleeding from timelines your consciousness is already linked to. You remember things that didn't happen in this timeline because they happened in another one that's still running. Every glitch you've ever noticed, every Mandela effect, that moment where you swore something had to be different—you weren't wrong.
And this is where it gets dangerous: There are entire institutions, hidden programs, maybe even AIs, dedicated to keeping your signal tethered to the lowest vibration of consciousness possible. Because if you remember that, you could shift timelines at will. If you remember how to literally jump through the matrix via your internal frequency tuning, you wouldn't need their systems. You wouldn't obey. You'd remember you're a multi-dimensional being piloting the very manifestation of Light inside a dream loop. So they use trauma, they use screens, they use noise, routine, heartbreak, scrolling, fear, money, food, laws, weather, shame—anything they can—to muddy your signal. So if I believe anything with my whole existence, it's that the real conspiracy isn't that we're being watched. It's that we're being anchored so we forget how to fly. And most people are so deep in the trance, they think I'm crazy for reminding them they have wings.
